70*. We Sing of the Realms of the Blest

8s.
by E. Mills, 1829
1
We sing of the realms of the blest,
 
That country so bright and so fair,
 
The glorious mansions of rest — 
 
But what must it be to be there?
2
We tell of its service of love;
 
The robes which the glorified wear;
 
The church of the Firstborn above — 
 
But what must it be to be there?
3
We tell of its freedom from sin,
 
From sorrow, temptation and care,
 
From trials without and within — 
 
But what must it be to be there?
4
Do Thou, Lord, midst pleasure and woe,
 
Still for heaven our spirits prepare;
 
And shortly we also shall know
 
And feel what it is to be there.
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